The faint gas-lit torches spluttered at either side of the Marquee and as
Boy In A Dress struggled to get into another confined space, he quessed
the illumination would only come on when somebody entered the tent.
That meant a monitoring device of some sort.
The thin cord ran diagonally past BIAD and dropped into a leather tube
to descend further, the Man/Girl peered through a eight-inch space down
towards another drivebelt.
The cord went through a metal loop and down again, dropping into the dirt
BIAD glimpsed the cord again as it left Jasmine's frame and a smile reached
his lips as he saw the corner of a sheet of sacking showing through the dust
at the entrance.
"You have a pressure-mat, my lovely?" BIAD asked felt the low ache in his
shoulder, the long-barbed nail was slowly pressing it's way into the hermaphrodite's
skin as the wooden board it was attached to -lowered itself further.
BIAD moved like lightening and felt the pointed metal bend under his force,
"the perks of being a Devil-Mon" -he hissed and banged his head on a cross-member.
"Pride before the fall, BIAD" Proffessor Shaw had always warned and the Man/Girl
shook the dizziness away -knee-elbowing forward toward Jasmine's rear.
A Buzz-saw blade rushed past and BIAD avoided it easily.
Two leather straps with glass pierced through the hide tightened and loosened
as he crawled over them. Timing was the key for that one.
It seemed Jasmine's Scimitar sword had a penchant for Boy In A Dress and
appeared again. Apart from the point lifting BIAD's dress hem and bringing a
draught, the blade again -missed it's mark.
The Man/Girl beared right and then left and finally, a flat platform gave BIAD
a place to rest.
Then he saw his Girlfriend's prize.
A bowl -not dissimilar from the wooden container in the previous tent, sat
on a stone plinth with -what seemed a hundren sharp tines flashing above
Like spider-legs, the arced pointed rods swooped up-and-down, creating a
hand-shredding fence around the receptacle. the mechanism to make the
prongs move lay inside the stone plinth and BIAD could see dark slots where
the slender hooks came from. Another larger hole showed further down.
The token and the note lay dead-centre in the bowl.
BIAD scanned the area and saw no other dangers and yet, many of Neno's
rules and disciplines had rubbed off on BIAD, so he checked once more.
'The bitch had a secret!' the hermaphrodite thought to himself with a smile.
There across the far-side of the tent, a bundle of unused lengths of wood
The staves stood on their ends against a crate that had a dried paint-pot
on it's lid and to a passerby, the scene looked like the creator of this manical
machine -had just slipped out for an early supper.
The harpoon-like spike that waited in the staves' shadows told another story.
Somehow -and BIAD still had to work that one out, the valiant soul that made
it this far, plucks out the the token and slip of paper and as his trembling
hand clenches his prize, a razor-sharp blade is cannoned from the both sides
of the tent and turns our hero-of-the-hour into a collander.
A high-heeled foot alighted the dusty earth and Boy In A Dress watched the
pile of wood and it's surroundings for signs of trip-wires.
"So you let me in and take me as I snatch your cherished prize, huh?" BIAD
whispered and took a step towards the plinth, the raucous din of the main
machine seemed to quieten.
"I have loved you and I have found there is another" the Man/Girl said
dramatically and glanced again at the Harpoon.
The tickle of spiderweb-like lace on BIAD's shin brought a smile to those
bright-red lips and just before he was about to lean down to examine the
thin wire, Proffessor Shaw's words echoed again.
The second line... more slender than the one at his calf, ran at ninety-degrees
further on and BIAD guessed that to avoid the first, an intruder would step
on this second cord of death and the game would be over.
That cord reached a Builder's tool box and then went left towards the rear of
the stone plinth, BIAD guessed another spear resided in the dark hole half-way
"Tut-tut, Jasmine... you were to set your Beasts on me?" the grinning wig-wearing
being said and stood to his full hieght.
"Thin line.. who'd have thought it, heh?" he hissed at the clutching tines and
again, the smile shone through.
"THIN AS THIS?!" BIAD roared and the long strands of hair that had saved his
life many times, stretched and swooped from his head in one movement to
grab the two objects in the centre of the bowl.
Then Jasmine stopped.
Apart from the odd-fart of escaping air somewhere in the labyrinth of blades
and drivebelts, the tent was quiet.
edit on 26-9-2011 by A boy in a dress because: Left nail-clippings in Edit Room!